Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 6 – Fight Starts

Alvin and Ian look around between Victor and I, beginning to put things together. They’re smart, after all. “You know each other!” Ian says, beaming at me. “Cool!”

Alvin turns his face to me, not relinquishing his grip on his father’s leg. “We like him, Mama! Can he be our uncle, like Mark?” Heat rises to my face. If only they knew how ironic that question is.

“Victor, I -“ I begin, but he interrupts me.

“Evelyn. We need to talk. Now.” His arms are crossed formidably across his chest, a sharp contrast to the two boys sweetly clinging to him.

I nod and bite my lip. “Come on, boys,” I say, putting my hands out to them. They slowly unwind themselves from Victor’s legs and com over to me. I take each by the hand and crouch down so my face is level with theirs. “Give me and Victor a moment, please. Are you hungry? There are some snacks over there.” I point towards the craft services table.

They nod and begin to make their way over to the food, waving to Victor as they go. “Bye, Uncle Victor!”

“We’ll see you soon!”

“Victor…” I say, standing and preparing myself for his rage. But I stop short, again, surprised by the tenderness I see on his face as he watches the boys run away.

“You’re good with them,” he says, watching the two boys grab four donuts, one for each hand.

I shrug. “They’re my sons.”

His face darkens as he looks at me. “Our sons, Evelyn. Come.”

He nods to his Beta – god, it’s been years since I’ve seen someone with a Beta – who gestures towards an open door. We enter the room, which is plain and mostly empty, like an interrogation chamber. Great.

arm as soon as he closes the door. “This is the second time your lies have ruined my life.

a f*****g press conference. You could have, I don’t know, woken me up and cleared

each other, standing

Keeping my children from me, my sons! I knew you were willful, Evelyn, but you’ve gone too far.” Victor delivers his last words with

“My sons.” I am ready to rip him to shreds at the implication that my boys – my life – belong

sons, Evelyn. There is no wolf alive who could smell them and not know they are of me. Who could not look at them, and know

says, taking a step closer and forcing me back so that my ass hits the table, which slides backwards. “Have stolen from me my rights as their father, and their rights as the heirs to the pack, to the

into my voice. I raise my voice to cover it, willing courage into my words. “You are the one who told me never to enter your

Victor says, confusion entering his face for

the wilderness,” I continue, my rage building, “While I was pregnant, with no one

expelled?

You know everything that goes on in it?” I mock him here, repeating a line

has abated slightly. “You should have called

never picked up! What, Vic. Too busy to check your voicemails? Or

backs off, thinking. “My secretaries…they

were born to a lone female wolf outside of a pack,” I narrow my eyes at him, superior in my knowledge of my rights.

in the pack!” he

that you found me after I had been expelled and continued

liar and a fake, Evelyn,” Victor hurls the insult at me. “You always have been – ever

grounds to say it. I have lied to him, betrayed him, kept him from his sons. But I’m not fake – every choice I made, from the moment I walked out of Joyce’s room that night, has been the best choice for me. I won’t be shamed for taking

and pulling the door open. He’s